We went on a family camping trip near the ocean
My husband, nephew, and brother in law
I brought a bathroom...camping in style

We went to the beach every day
My neice Makenzie loves the beach...literally
She found starfish and was sad when I told her to put them back in the water so she hid one in her towel and put it in her luggage with some mussels...stinky!
My sister in law Jen
Me with Medusa Hair

My daughter (left) and her best friend
Kids on the Roller Coaster
Paintball with a live target...good times

I am glad to be home

"If I were not a man, I would like to be a bird. As I am a man, I do the next best thing, and ride a bicycle." -- Rev. Maltie, a cyclist in the late 1800s

The beach was only crowded on Sunday and the campground was crowded sort of...there were alot of seasonal trailers that were empty during the week so it looks more crowded than it really was, the sites were small, staying there was much cheaper than renting a condo for $2000/week

"If I were not a man, I would like to be a bird. As I am a man, I do the next best thing, and ride a bicycle." -- Rev. Maltie, a cyclist in the late 1800s

I like the SIL sitting at the edge of the water, also. Looks like an ad for a vacation, especially with Frick and Frack standing behind her.

Do you camp often? When I was a kid, there were 7 of us and my parents loved to camp. We saw every state (except Alaska) in a tent or camper.

We don't camp that often anymore...when we were renovating my house, we had a problem with my apartment and they stopped extending my lease because the renovation took too long, so we lived in a borrowed pull-along for 3 months in the driveway...April1st to June 22nd...it really sucked! We had no running water for most of that time and I was showering at work and friends houses...we didn't go camping at all last year because camper life was traumatic. We decided to get past the trauma and give it a try again this year

"If I were not a man, I would like to be a bird. As I am a man, I do the next best thing, and ride a bicycle." -- Rev. Maltie, a cyclist in the late 1800s